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SantaBee and Ẃeβ࿚ẂỉԎḈĥmas "People just don’t want to fall in love with a person they know they’ll outlive." It stings. This is the story prompt for "Write From the Heart - Story Contest" I should write something for the contest. Until then: I do think this also applies to many relationships, including pets. It also echos how nomads/refugees/students feel about a place they must leave. And the reverse... as one ages it's hard to fall for someone/something/someplace when you know you'll die soon. So... yeah... it's one reason why I gave up fighting to maintain an intimate relationship with Pan. The age gap was too much. May to September is awkward, May to December a tad ridiculous. Still, it had it's good points. We both needed stability. I learned a lot; hopefully, he did too. We keep in touch; that door's not locked. I also needed to learn to let go. I struggle with letting go. In the past I could sing "You can't hurry love" I waited and waited... And "love don't come easy"... been there too. "It's a game of give and take" which is what Pan and I worked on. The language and cultural barriers didn't help. Moving forward: "Love Knows Not Time" would be a good title for a new poem, story, collection. I need to keep my options open until the lid of the coffin closes. An old bluesy poem that's appropriate:
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